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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.