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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Can,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.