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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.