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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.