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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Skriet,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.