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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.