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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.