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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Mars,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.