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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.