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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.