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 Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.