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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Wire,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.