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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.