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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.