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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.