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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.