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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.