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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.