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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.