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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.