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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.