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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.