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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.