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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.