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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.