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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.