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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Scion,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.