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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.