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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.