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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Mojo Men to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.