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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.