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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.