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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
cv313,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.