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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.