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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.