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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.