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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.