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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.