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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.