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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Motorama,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.