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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Kayak,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.