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 Nepal 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.