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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.