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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.