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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
MDC,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.