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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.