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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.