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 Estonia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Wire,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.