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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.