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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.