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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.