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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Mars,
Gong,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.