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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.