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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.