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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.