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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Index,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.