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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.