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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Magma,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.