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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.