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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.