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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.