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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Mars,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Smog,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.