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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.