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 Norway 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.