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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.