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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.