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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.