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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth 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?
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
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.