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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.