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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
UT,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.