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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.