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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.