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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.