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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.