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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.