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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.