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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.