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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.