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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.