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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.