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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.