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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.