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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
UT,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.