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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 World's Most to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.