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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Pagans,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.