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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.