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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
The Martian,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.