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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.