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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Litter 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Magma,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
JFA,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.