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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Chrome,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.