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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.