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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Talk Talk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.