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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.