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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.