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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.