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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
The Remains,
PIL,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.