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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.