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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.