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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.