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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.