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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.