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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.