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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
X-102,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.