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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.