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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Jandek,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.