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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 organ 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 Slick Rick to the jazz 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.