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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.