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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.