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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.