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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.