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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.