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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.