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 Congo and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.