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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.