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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Wings,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.