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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.