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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.