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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.