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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.