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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Slits,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.