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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.