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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
MDC,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.