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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.