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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.