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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.