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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.