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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.