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 France and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.