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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.