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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
MC5,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.