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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.