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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.