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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
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 Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Fear,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.