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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.