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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.