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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.