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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.