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 Albania 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.