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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.