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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.