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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.