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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Visage,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.