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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Smog,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.