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 Armenia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the grime 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Brick,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.