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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
The Move,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.