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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Magma to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.