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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Inner City,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.