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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.