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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.