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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Can,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.