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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Gong,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.