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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.