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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.