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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Wire,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.