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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.