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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.