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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
MDC,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.