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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.