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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.