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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.