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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.