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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.