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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.