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 Albania and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.