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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.