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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.