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 Laos 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Urselle,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.