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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Hashim,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.