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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.