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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.