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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.