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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Lalann,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.