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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.