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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.