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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.