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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.