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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.