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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.