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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.