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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.