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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.