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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
The Sound,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.