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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
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.