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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
The Techniques,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.