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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.