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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.