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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.