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 Romania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
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Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.