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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.