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 Finland 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.