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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.