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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.