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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.