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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.