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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.