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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Black Sheep 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.