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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.