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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Swell Maps 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.