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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.