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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.