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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.