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 Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.