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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.