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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
UT,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.