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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.