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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.