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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.