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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.