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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.