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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.