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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.