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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.