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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.