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 Croatia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.