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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.