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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Pole,
Flipper,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.