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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.