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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.