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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.