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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.