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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Faust,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.