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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.