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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.