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 Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.