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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Nico,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.