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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.