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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.