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 Sri Lanka 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.