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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.