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 Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
June Days,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.