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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.