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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lille and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.