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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.