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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
The Busters,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.