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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.