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 Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.