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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.