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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.