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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.