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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.