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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.