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 Armenia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.