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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.