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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Smog,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.