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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s 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 Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Faust,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.