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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.