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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.