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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.