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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.