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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Can,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.