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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.