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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.