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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Brick,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.