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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.