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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.