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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.