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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.