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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Television,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.