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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.