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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.