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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Monks,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.