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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.