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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.