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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.