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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.