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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.