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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.