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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.