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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.