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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.