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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.