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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.