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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.