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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Wings,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.