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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.