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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.