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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.