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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Gong,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.