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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.