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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.