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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.