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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.