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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.