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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.