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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Can,
MC5,
Technova,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.