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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Organ,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.