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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.