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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.