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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.