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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.