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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.