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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Television,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.