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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.