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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.