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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.