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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.