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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.