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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.