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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.