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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Television,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.