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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.