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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.