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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Swans,
Magazine,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.