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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Television,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.