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 Japan and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Motorama,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.