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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.