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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.