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 Chad and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.