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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
PIL,
The Human League,
The Index,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.