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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.