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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.