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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.