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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.