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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.