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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.