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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.