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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Chrome,
10cc,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.