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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Technova,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.