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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.