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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.