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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.