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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.