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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.