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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Television,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.