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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Cameo,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.