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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.