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 Suriname and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.