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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.