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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.