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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.