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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.