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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.