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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Wings,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.