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 Suriname and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.