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 Armenia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Lungfish 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.