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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.