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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.