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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Franke,
New Order,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.