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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.