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 Mauritania 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.