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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.