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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.