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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.