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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.