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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.