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 China and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Motorama,
cv313,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.