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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.