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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.