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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.