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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
New Order,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.