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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.