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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.