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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.