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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.