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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.