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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.