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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
JFA,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
The Names,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.