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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.