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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.