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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.