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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.