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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.