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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.