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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Rakim,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.