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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.