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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.