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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Faust,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.