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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Ituana,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.