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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.