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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.