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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.