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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.