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 India 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
10cc,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.