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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.