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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.