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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Mantronix,
Nico,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.