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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Scion,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.