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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Accadde A 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.