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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Ronan,
ABC,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.