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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.