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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.