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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.