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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.