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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Cymande,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
ABC,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.