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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.