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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Technova,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
The Names,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.