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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.