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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.