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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.