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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.