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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.