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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.