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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Brick,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.