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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.