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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.