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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.