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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.