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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.