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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.