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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.