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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.