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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.