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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.