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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The Names,
Ten City,
Brick,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.