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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
UT,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.