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 Nauru and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.