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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.