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 Gabon and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.