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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
10cc,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
The Move,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.