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 Greece and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.