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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Nas,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.