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 Samoa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.