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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.