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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.