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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.