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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.