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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.