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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
John Holt,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.