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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
The Doors,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.