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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
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.