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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
UT,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.