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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.