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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.