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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Yellowson,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.