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 Laos and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
X-102,
the Germs,
Japan,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.