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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
The Index,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.