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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.