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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.