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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.