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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.