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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.