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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.