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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Monks,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.