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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.