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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.