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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.