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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.