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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.