Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.