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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.