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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.