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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Index,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.