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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.