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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Crime,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.