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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.