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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.