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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.