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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.