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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.