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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.