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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
The Cure,
PIL,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.