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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.