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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.