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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.