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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.