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 Colombia and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.