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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Section 25,
Index,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.