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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.