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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.