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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Josef K,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.