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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.