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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.