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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.