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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Wire,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.