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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.