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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 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 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.