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 Burkina 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.