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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.