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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.