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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.