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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.