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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.