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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.