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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.