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 Haiti 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.