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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.