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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.