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 Chad 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.