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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.