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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.