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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.