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 China and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.