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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.