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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.