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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.