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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.