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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.