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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.