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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.