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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.