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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.