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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.