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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.