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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.