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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.