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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.