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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.