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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.