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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.