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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.