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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.