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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Brick,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.