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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.