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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.