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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Fear,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.