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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.