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 Indonesia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 rhodes 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.