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 Uzbekistan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.