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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.