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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.