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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Cure to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.