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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.